With a bang, the night is coming. A yellow, square moon appeared on the opposite wall. Yue Zhifeng's heart contracted and relaxed again. The car body is shaking gently. People are rocking gently. What a sweet cradle of childhood! In summer, when I put my clothes under the willow tree, my little friends who stripped off their bottoms jumped into the cool river in my hometown, and a dive plunged more than ten meters. Who knows where to show their heads? Who knows how many toad tadpoles are contained in a mouthful of water swallowed by him in a panic? Close your eyes and fall asleep on the ripples shining with sunshine and shadows. Isn't it so gently and gently shaking? Lost and lost childhood and hometown, blame me? Welcome me? Mother's grave and father who is going to the grave!

the square moon is moving, disappearing and being born again. The only small square window has a beam of light. Is it the afterglow of the sunset or the lights on the platform? Why are the other three square windows covered tightly? It's dark in the middle of winter, as if the afternoon were followed by the middle of the night. As soon as the door slammed shut, it was isolated from the outside world. Is that louder and louder sound hail? Did the hammer hit the anvil? In the countryside of the Loess Plateau, people are still working while the iron is hot everywhere. How developed the arms of our motherland are! Oh, of course, that's just the noise of wheels hitting the rails, coming from the gap between this section of rails and that section of rails. Isn't a soft song popular at present? What's it called? "Springs Tink". What if the train is tinkling? Guangzhou people really know how to live, unlike the northwest plateau, where people's faces and windows of houses are covered with a thick layer of loess everywhere. Under the arbor of Guangzhou people, there are many triangular porcelain plates hanging, which are accompanied by the breeze, making a tinkling sound and pleasing the soul. American abstract music is maddening. I really don't know how Kissinger felt when he listened to our Yang Zirong aria. Just as there is noise in the drums, is all the noise unpleasant? Anyway, the sound of iron wheels after the train started gives people encouragement and hope. The next stop, or the next stop, or the next stop after many, many stops, the life you are looking for is there, and the mother or child, friend or wife, warm bath or rich diet are waiting for you. They all go home for the New Year. Celebrating the Spring Festival is the most beautiful festival of our ancient nation. Thankfully, people all over the country can celebrate the Spring Festival happily now. The Spring Festival will never be cancelled in the name of "revolutionization".

that's interesting. After returning from three months' inspection abroad, he stayed in a high-class hotel in Beijing for a while-summing up, reporting, meeting, reporting ... After that, Yue Zhifeng received a letter from his father, who was in his eighties and had just taken off his landlord hat. He decided to go back to his hometown after more than 2 years. Is this a mistake? He never thought that he would have to take a two-hour and 47-minute stuffy can car. Three hours ago, he was sitting in the spacious and comfortable seat of the Trident passenger plane from Beijing to X City. Two months ago, he was still sitting on the Elbe River liner bound for Hamburg. Now, he is crowded with travelers who are travel-stained and can't see their faces clearly in the dark, just like sardines in cans. Even he couldn't tell which direction the train was going. At present, only the moon-like light spot is moving rapidly. Is the train running in the same or opposite direction to the light spot? He, an engineering physicist, has been racking his brains for a long time for this problem that even primary school students can answer, which is not geometric optics at all.

He hasn't been back to his hometown for more than twenty years. Who gave him the wrong birth? Landlord, landlord! In 1956, he went home once, and once was enough-he stayed home for four days, but he reviewed it for 22 years! And a word from a great man is enough for people to learn and implement for a hundred years. What perplexes him is, is life just for review? Was he born in China just to make a lifelong review? Fortunately, it's all over. The assembly line of the Mercedes-Benz automobile factory in Stuttgart keeps turning, and the workshop is clean and bright, with little noise. Siemens is a huge company with a history of 13 years. We are just getting started. Catch up, catch up! No matter how hard it is. Moo, moo, moo, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, the sound of the wheels changed from a low three-beat bar to a two-beat bar, and finally became a high-pitched call sign. Whether it's a stuffy can car or not, it's driving fast. What's more, there are trident

dust in the sky, and the pungent smell of dry tobacco leaves appears in the fog of cigarettes, which seems to be acupuncture for trachea and lungs. The plum blossom needle is probably stuck in the lung lobe. Sweat is much softer. The concentration of dialect is between dry smoke and sweaty smell, which is both exciting and cordial. And the smell of pumpkin! Who is eating pumpkin? There is no one selling cooked pumpkins in the square in front of X City Railway Station. There are other snacks and local products. Peanuts, walnuts, sunflower seeds, dried persimmons, drunken dates, mung bean cakes, yams, and ferns are all available. It's like juggling, holding up a piece of red cloth and pointing two fingers to the left, all these things are gone, and even matches, batteries and soap are in short supply. Now, it's all changed at once. Maybe we can reach out and grab two more, and we can grab more wealth. Persimmons and dates are plain, but sweet to the heart. Yue Zhifeng took a bite of the persimmon he bought before boarding the train and chewed the sweet smell of his childhood. The spicy taste can always be tasted at once, but the sweet taste is buried deeply. Be patient, kind, experienced and sensitive. Through spicy tobacco and hot sweat, Yue Zhifeng smelled the mung bean fragrance carried by the villagers. Mung bean seedlings are lovely, so are gray rabbits, but gray rabbits often destroy mung beans. In order to catch up with the hare, he and Xiaozhu ran three miles in one breath, so that even the trees and fields were swaying. On the moonlit night of Mid-Autumn Festival, he saw a silver-gray fox with his own eyes, walking quietly, like a fairy and a dream.

the car quieted down. The voice is loud and the voice is boiling. Mao-bursts, the iron gate opened, and the female conductor-a tall girl with a big skeleton-was commanding the passengers getting off and getting on the bus in her hometown dialect. "There is no place, no place. Let's go to another car, "the people who have got their place in the car made this ineffective and selfish appeal. Passengers on the bus are crowding up, bustling. Everywhere is bustling. Compared with our Wangfujing, there are no people in the streets of Hamburg, and the population in the urban area is still decreasing. Yue Zhifeng was shocked when he came to X City Railway Station from the airport-the head was so dark that the snow was not white and the holly was not green. Is it something wrong? In 1946, during the student movement, people gathered in the station square to stop a car and go to Nanjing to petition. There were not so many people! Yue Zhifeng was in Beiping when he was in college. Once he went to visit the Palace Museum, he just disappeared at four o'clock in the afternoon, and the gloomy hall made his back chill. He trotted out of the Forbidden City and got on the crowded tram before he was relieved. If you run slowly, maybe Princess Zhen will come out of the well and pull him down!

But now, there are long queues of people buying tickets in front of the south and north gates of the Forbidden City. And it's not Sunday. The crowd in front of X City Railway Station is dizzy. It seems that half the people in China will take the train on the eve of the Spring Festival. Everywhere is reunion, meeting, reunion with jiaozi, reunion with Lantern Festival, the pursuit of old friendship, other feelings, family happiness, hometown and childhood. Those who sell stuffed buns with meat just out of the drawer are covered with oil stains on the white cotton mattress. Selling sesame seed cakes, pot helmets, fried dough sticks and cakes. Selling whole boxes of snacks. Bread and biscuits seller. X station and X city catering service company go all out to sell goods in the open air in front of the station. In order to buy two biscuits, I have to squeeze out a sweat. How much sweat Yue Zhifeng has made! He was full of "The sudden change of environment and material conditions has made him unable to tell the difference between hunger and fullness" and bought a ticket for a short-distance bus to his hometown. When I gave him the change, I was surprised. It was written as $1.2. Why did I only take 6 cents? Is it because you didn't report the name of the station? He wants to ask again, but the person behind him has occupied the favorable position in front of the ticket window, and he can't squeeze back.

He looked at the train ticket in his hand disconsolately. Is 1 printed in bold type on the train ticket? 2 yuan, but with a double dotted line, two big characters filled the face: Lujiao. This puzzled him, just like a biological code. "What's going on? Why did she give me 6 cents when I bought a 2-cent ticket? " He talked to himself. He asked someone else. No one answered him. Most of the people waiting to get on the bus are self-interested people who are too busy to forgive.

all kinds of information collided in his mind. A dark crowd. A greasy quilt that covers steaming meat buns. Big notices posted in the waiting room: about the situation of adding new trains during the Spring Festival and the timetable of temporarily adding new trains. There is a long line of people waiting to pee in front of the men's and women's toilets. Double-hook dotted line of land angle. Big baggage and small baggage, big basket and small basket, big bag and small bag ... He came to the conclusion that the last leg of the trip would be difficult. He was mentally prepared. Finally, he heard the word "stuffy can car" from the gossip of passengers, and he suddenly realized it. After all, the human brain is much smarter than the computer.

when he got on the train, he was a little depressed. In the 198s, when the first Spring Festival is coming, people who are dreaming of realizing the four modernizations still have to take the stuffy can car of Watt and Stevenson era! That's the truth. Facts are like the universe, like the earth, Huashan and the Yellow River, water and soil, hydrogen and oxygen, titanium and uranium. Neither as gentle as imagined, nor as cold as imagined. Isn't it? The stuffy tank car is full of people, and it is also embedded in the gaps between people, molecules and molecules, atoms and atoms in one by two, ten by twenty. Miraculously incredible, so many people have been added to the already full car. No one complained.

someone complained, "This box can't be pressed." A woman with a baby in her head scarf tried to sit on a box. "You come here, you come here." Yue Zhifeng stood up quickly and gave up his side position. Sitting on the side of the road, you can lean against the car wall, which is the most superior "private seat". That woman is a little embarrassed. But finally moved over with the child in her arms. She had to work hard not to step on others. "Thank you!" Women speak fluent Beijing dialect. She looked up. Yue Zhifeng seems to see a charcoal sketch. The title should be "Smile".

The jingle bell rang, and the iron gate slammed shut again, which was a deeper night. The twilight outside the car is also getting thicker. The female conductor with a big skeleton lit a white wax and put the candle in a square glass cover. Why not light the oil lamp? Probably afraid of kerosene spilling out. The big carriage is lit by this candle. The slight light made the passengers become one shadow after another. The car body is shaking again, and the square spot on the opposite car wall is moving rapidly again. It's closer to home again. After taking off his hat and seeing his son again, should the father be able to close his eyes? Whether it's his sin or confession, whether it's his tears or gratitude, whether it's his ugliness or honesty and kindness, all this will soon disappear with his disappearance. The older generation are walking to the other side of the river one by one. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Are you crossing the bridge? A bridge connecting the past and the future, China and foreign countries, cities and villages, this shore and the other shore!

The wax lamp that is close to each other prints black and white brilliance and shadows on the face of the female conductor. The female conductor is like a statue of the whole body. "Comrades of passengers, during the Spring Festival, passenger traffic is crowded, and our ticket car (ticket car: railway personnel generally call passenger cars ticket cars. ) to support the long-distance ... Be vigilant ... "She spoke very vigorously, and every word she uttered was like tightening a nut. She has a confident and commanding spirit, leading a car full of rabble at a young age by the light of a candle. But her voice was also drowned in the noise of boom, buzz and rumble, which was not only noisy, but also noisy.

free market. Department store. Hong kong electronic quartz watch. Henan opera film "the scroll". Mutton paomo Stuffed eggs and flowers Three-joint leather shoes. Three tile hats. Contract production to the group. Buy green onions. Chinese medicine treats cancer. Differential election. Wedding banquet ... In these warm gossip, Yue Zhifeng took turns to shift his weight from his left leg to his right leg, and then from his right leg to his left leg. Fortunately, people have two legs, otherwise, it is really uncomfortable to stand helpless in the dense crowd of people and things. The place where the cone stands, Yue Zhifeng now has an image understanding of this idiom. Could it be that there were such crowded travel vehicles without seats and lights in ancient times? But he gave up his seat to a lesbian. No, there are no seats, only seats. I didn't expect her to speak Beijing dialect. This makes Yue Zhifeng's interest seem higher. "Thank you" and "I'm sorry" are polite expressions everywhere in foreign countries. Although there is a sack filled with hard iron, it is squeezing the calf of his right leg. And the back of another person sitting on the floor simply leaned against his sore left leg.

it's amazing. Not only when watching the performance in the theater in Munich; And in Beijing, in research institutes, ministries and hotels, in 23 square meters of housing and a? On the bus of Sanhe 332 Road; He also didn't expect people to take the stuffy can car. Isn't this a truck for transporting goods and livestock? Shit! But what's the bad luck? Curses are the easiest. Cursing the stuffy tank car is more labor-saving and conspicuous than making a new beautiful and comfortable passenger train. The saliva of people who are idle and angry is drowning the work of people who are humiliated and hard-working. People sometimes use high-profile and low-key to impact and replace those tenacious jobs one after another, day after day and year after year.

"It's really wicked to give this kind of car a ride!"

"you can make do with it. In the past, there was no railway! "

"soldiers are transported in stuffy cans, otherwise, they will be exposed."

"It will be troublesome to catch up with those who have diarrhea. There is no toilet in this car."

"didn't anyone pull their pants?"

"what can I do? During the Spring Festival, more than 1 million people take the train ... "

I heard some conversations in the dark. Yue Zhifeng's heart calmed down. Yes, there used to be no railways, no roads, and no bicycles. Rich people ride donkeys, and poor people rely on two feet. Farmers carrying 1,5 eggs set out before dawn in the morning, crossed numerous hills and valleys, and arrived in X City at dusk. My dear beautiful and barren land! Shouldn't you be rich? Memories of the past have faded like smoke and fog, but they will never be completely forgotten, will they? History, history; Reality, reality; Ideal, ideal; Moo-moo-Mao gas Mao gas ... Karang Karang ... Expressway along the Rhine. Grapes on the hillside. Dark green river. Spinning at full speed.

aren't these the children in Frankfurt? Boys and girls, yellow eyes and blue eyes, chasing, running, jumping and cheering. Feeding birds, holding flowers, blowing brass trumpets and raising flags. The sound of happy life